Quotes About Stars

Whatever else astronomy may or may not be who can doubt it to be the most beautiful of the sciences?

The stars were mingled with my dreams...

...see, when I talk of eyes, the stars come out! Whose eyes are they? If they are angels' eyes, why do they look down here and see good men hurt, and only wink and sparkle all the night?

There is a place above, where Scorpio bent, In tail and arms surrounds a vast extent; In a wide circuit of the heavens he shines, And fills the place of two celestial signs.

Now rising you may see with naked eye The brilliant Star in Corde Scorpii, Whose changing colours on a Summer's night, When culminating, shine so clear and bright, And twinkling change with red and silver light.

Although both Orion and Scorpio were honored by the celestials with a place among the stars, yet their situations were so ordered that when one rose the other should set, and vice versa; so that they never appear in the same hemisphere at the same time.

If something is written in the stars, can't it also be inscribed in the fiery light of our souls?

The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air—a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves.... the crescent moon hung white in the sky and the stars burned in the darkness above them.

Winter stars blaze in silent joy.

Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky; Hundreds of shells on the shore together; Hundreds of birds that go singing by; Hundreds of bees in the sunny weather. Hundreds of dew-drops to greet the dawn; Hundreds of lambs in the purple clover; Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn; But only one mother the wide world over!

The stars, like many other things, are only romantic from a distance.

Perhaps they are not stars but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.

The fact that astronomies change while the stars abide is a true analogy of every realm of human life and thought, religion not least of all. No existent theology can be a final formulation of spiritual truth.

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There are no stars tonight but those of memory.

Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.

Light has a beginning a middle and an end so feel the stars light up for you.

Looking into your dream was like all the stars glimmered their final song to you and when I woke up in darkness once again I could not find a single one in the night sky.

The stars blink their existence into the world in sentient binary codes.

The ground was silvery, as if some stars had fallen there.

The stars are always up in the sky...then when it is perfectly black, they feel less vulnerable and out they come.

I love science, and the way it names and orders and classifies everything, from clouds to plants to stars. Even bones. Tibia, fibula, scapula, patella. Science makes everything so official-sounding, and so tidy. Unlike real life, which is often a mess.

Orion's butt used to be a tuba," said Rigel, "and that's why it makes those noises.

The humblest star twinkles most in the darkest night.